Photography;
Snap a picture,
Call it Gold,
Stack it away,
It’ll never get old.
Capture the light,
Calm or insane,
Pictures of everything,
That’ll never be the same.
Self portrait or not,
The drizzle of rain,
A mad smile on my face,
Then suddenly I’m sane.
Snap, the picture,
Soft with light,
Though dark is good,
As well as stars at night,
Take the picture,
And capture the world,
For I own the camera,
And I’m one happy girl!
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